Love Beyond Scars

Chapter 4: Giving up is simply not an option.

Chapter 4: Giving up is simply not an option.

-Liam-

"Rose," I whispered, my voice carrying the weight of a thousand longing sunsets.

"Liam," she murmured, her words laced with a symphony of desire, her eyes like two galaxies colliding.

Standing before me, her presence was a magnet pulling me closer, drawing me into the intoxicating realm of her existence. Her breath, warm and gentle, danced upon my skin, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume all reason.

Taking a cautious step forward, I dared to bridge the gap between us, my trembling hands finding solace in the embrace of her waist. Anxious that she might flee like a fleeting summer breeze, I held her delicately, my touch infused with both reverence and longing. But to my surprise, she did not retreat. Instead, our gaze fused in an instant, locking together like an unbreakable spell. We were so close that the scent of her auburn hair, like a fragrant bouquet of roses and vanilla, enveloped my senses, casting a bewitching enchantment over our encounter.

With a tender descent, I leaned in, my lips grazing the silk-soft canvas of her skin, whispering sweet nothings that hung like suspended whispers in the air. "You look absolutely beautiful," I breathed, the words cascading from my lips like a serenade of adoration.

In response, her breath hitched, and as I turned my gaze towards her, I saw a shy smile that adorned her flushed cheeks. Once more, our eyes interlocked, and with a delicate boldness, she wrapped her arms around my neck, igniting a fireworks display of emotions within the depths of my being. On her tiptoes, she gracefully rose, her eyes fixated upon my lips, and as she leaned in, she exhaled my name in a breathy symphony, causing my heart to flutter like a thousand butterflies taking flight.

Time seemed to stretch, torturous and infinite, as her face drew closer to mine. Each passing second escalated the rhythm of my heartbeat, pounding against my chest with an intensity that threatened to shatter the confines of my mortal frame. And then, in an electrifying moment, her lips brushed against mine, a simple touch that unleashed a tempest of anticipation, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through my body.

Lost in the haze of this ethereal connection, my mind soared on the wings of bliss. 

I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me, thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be, open my eyes, yeah, it was only just a dream.

Just as the crescendo of our ardor reached its peak, reality rudely barged in, like an alarm clock set to disrupt the most beautiful dream. Nelly's voice blared from my phone, jolting me from my slumber and causing me to roll off the bed with an undignified thud.

Cursing and still drowsy, I blinked away the remnants of sleep, disoriented by the sudden shift in my surroundings. It took a moment for me to realize that I lay sprawled upon the cold floor of my room. It had all been a dream.

Oh, the irony!

The room was cloaked in darkness, the curtains tightly drawn, but the torment continued as that wretched song invaded my ears, assaulting them with its grating cacophony. Frustration escaped my lips in a groan of discontent, accentuated by the pounding ache pulsing through my temples.

Taliyah.

She must have sabotaged my alarm tone with this abominable creation, something that could probably induce cancer. I refuse to acknowledge it as a song.

I snatch my phone, silencing the intrusive alarm, and glimpse at the screen to check the ungodly hour. It's already eight o'clock on a damn Sunday morning!